Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 89

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Kas’s POV

I can’t believe Lex and I beat Milo and Ghost the first time we sparred with them. I thought for sure it
would take three or four times, but Lex was determined. She is gloating like you would not believe. But
we both know it would take a lot more to beat Bronx and Saint, though. 1

Right now, I have other things to worry about. I have two very important meetings today and I have my
two midterms for school.

Bronx and I walk back to the packhouse. He gives me some tips on how to make some of my moves
even stronger by leveraging my body weight. He puts his sweaty arm around me and tells me how
proud he is of me. Which, quite honestly, is one of the best compliments he could possibly give me

We get cleaned up for the day and I put on some more business-appropriate clothes compared to what
I usually wear. I give myself a look in the mirror, satisfied with what the woman I see.

“You know, Baby, after these meetings today, there’s no going back. Wheels are in motion that can’t be
stopped easily,” he says, looking at me through the mirror.

I took a deep breath, “I’m excited for both.” I smile at him with a wink.

We go hand in hand down to his office. I go directly to his private library and wait for the first
appointment. After half an hour, he comes in with Musu.

“Musu, this is your client,” he motions to me.

“Luna Kas?” she says, looking at Bronx, then back at me.



“Please, Musu, sit. Let’s discuss your special assignment,” I motion to the leather chair in front of me.

We spend the next two hours explaining about the Menae, how we want to go about finding them, and
as many details, we already know. I explain that the library will be available for her reference as
needed. I would work as closely or as loosely with her as she wanted.

Musu is excited about the opportunity and happy that she will still get to travel and get to help me find
my family at the same time. We have her sign some NDAs since there are things she needs to know
and do that even Marco can’t know about.

We determine she will get started first thing Monday morning. After we are done talking business, we
take a few minutes to catch up about how she is acclimating to life at Blood River. She tells us she is
very happy and shows us that she and Marco have already marked each other. I’m so happy for them. I
give her a big hug before she leaves.

Bronx and I have an hour between the time Musu leaves and our next appointment, so we relax on the
leather sofa in the library. And by relax I mean we grope each other and I give

Bronx a blow job. It’s one of my favorite things to do for him. I love seeing his reactions when I wrap my
lips around him. Good thing it’s a soundproof room.

He’s hovering over me as I have my legs wrapped around him. He’s just about ready to tear my clothes
off when the intercom buzzes and we hear Carly telling us our next appointment is

waiting.

“Carly’s lucky I like her,” Lex growls. a

“Don’t worry, Lex. We’ll finish that later,” I purr at her.



We compose ourselves and make sure each other’s clothes are straightened, then go out to the main
office. Two of the human bank managers Bronx does most of his business with are there waiting on us.

They are very friendly but there is an air of nervousness as Bronx shakes their hands. They are much
smaller than him. I think the word that best describes them is pasty. I assume they’re intimidated by
Bronx’s size. Bronx seems oblivious to the awkwardness in the room as he chats happily with the two
men. Odd, he is usually perceptive to things like that. 3

“Mister Mason, are you ready to get started?” one of the men asks nervously.

“We’re just waiting on one more person, gentlemen,” he reminds them. He introduces me and we
shake hands. They’re both cold and clammy. Gross, dudes. Get your shit together.

There’s another knock on the door, breaking the tension in the room.

“Come in!” Bronx calls. Delilah peeks in.

“Hello Al-uhh, Mister Mason,” she catches herself when she sees our visitors are already here.

We move to the conference table and start signing paperwork. Since neither Delilah nor I have a credit
score, we weren’t able to get a loan directly through the bank, so MasonCo opened a division to
sponsor small start-up businesses. We are the first clients. 2

When it’s all said and done, Delilah and I agree to take a loan from MasonCo to open’ Pâtisseries de
Loup Magique’ which means ‘Magic Wolf Pastries’ in French. Thirty percent of our profits will go directly
toward the loan until it is paid off and MasonCo takes an fifteen percent of the profits. After that,
MasonCo takes fifteen percent of profits for a full year, then we are in the clear.

Delilah and I cry and hug each other with excitement as we sign the last paper. Then we shake the
bank managers’ clammy hands again. Bronx goes back to being jovial and friendly with the men as he



escorts them out.

When he comes back in, Delilah and I run up and hug him, thanking him over and over. 1

“Bronx, why were those guys so awkward and you were so friendly? Didn’t you notice?” I ask.

“Oh, Saint may have tried to make an appearance when they were in the room one time, sooo… they
may or may not think I am generally unhinged. But MasonCo does so much business with them that
they can’t survive without me,” he shrugs and laughs as he rubs the back of his neck.

Before the day is finished, Carly confirms the final details for an appointment Bronx and I have together
the next day. After being hounded relentlessly by paparazzi for the past few months, whether we are
together or not, Bronx finally agreed to do an interview with Vanity

Fair magazine. His MasonCo PR team thoroughly prepares me so I don’t say anything I shouldn’t. The
photographer and interview team will set up in the conference room at the packhouse. They have us
dress up in ridiculously fancy clothes and ask benign questions about our relationship. They also ask
silly things like our favorite foods and clothing designers. Carly has the cover and the photos from the
article framed and placed in Bronx’s office.

Over the next few months, aside from my normal pack duties, I finally finish high school and pass my
G.E.D. test. Bronx wants to have a little party, but I refuse. I tell him to put the money he would use for
the party toward a scholarship to one of the pack members who wants to got o college. He agrees and
sets it up, but he still buys me a new apron to celebrate.

Speaking of aprons, I also keep up with cooking lessons for single pack warriors. Mrs. Miller helps me
formalize it a little more, setting up a schedule and time slots to keep it more organized.

Delilah and I throw all of the rest of our time into getting our bakery opened. Bronx and James are so
proud of us. They are really sweet and supportive.



Three months after we signed the lease, we were able to open our storefront. The store is in the human
town but we are able to hire pack members to work. The opening day is a huge success. We sell out of
everything. The word spreads like wildfire that Bronx Mason’s wife opened a bakery. Everyone is
impressed at how good the pastries are with baguette being our specialty. Sometimes people who are
clearly just photographers or journalists come in to catch a glimpse of me. James and Marco quietly
escort them out when it happens. In the first month, we book four weddings, two baby showers, and a
sweet sixteen birthday. We also sign a couple of contracts for local businesses to provide breakfast
sandwiches once a week.

Two years ago, I would have never imagined my life could be what it is today. I went from a weak,
broken slave to a confident, successful Luna. I have a mate who loves me unconditionally, friends who
are like family, and a successful business. I feel like I’m on top of the world and I never want to come
down.

I know there will be challenges in the future but I am confident that with Bronx and my friends and
family’s support, I will be able to take everything head-on. I have so much more t o learn about who I
am and what it means to be a goddess and honestly, I can’t wait.


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